Adapt

We begin as seed the idea of lifeAided by elements essential to thrive we become what we are meant to beIn times of stress, turmoil, and destruction we adapt, if only to survive, but still hoping to growYet we have no control over circumstance it is, after all, a condition of factSo we adapt yet again to continue the cycle of lifeWe feed off the knowledge of what once was so we may continue our flight to what will beWe will not always be successful circumstance being what it isBut the secret is to adapt to grow and to evolveWithout that we are stuck in a web of our own design

The inevitable of life is death The key to living is change The joy is in making the most of it

The joy is in making the most of it… the joy is in making the most of it. Nothing’s ever easy, is it, SB? But there is joy in this tree, every leaf and branch, and even in the roots that never see the sun.

It is true NB, nothing is ever easy. But then should it be? As with the life we appreciate more for the death…perhaps easy is hard’s reward. Without the one, would we recognize the other? I do find that the joy comes from recognizing it and making the most of things, all things, like that tree, that leaf, that branch, because I know it’s going to change, evolve, become something else. People, places, machines, plants, and animals…none can remain constant or they’ll rot and rust where they stand. Is the metamorphosis something better? Worse? Doesn’t really matter which, because whatever the change, I’ll be changing with it so I can keep moving forward. There are definitely times I wish I didn’t have to move or change, ‘adapt’, or witness unnatural changes around me, but as long as the essence of who and what I am remain intact…it’s a choice I’ll always make. As humans, we’re able to do that…choose. Nature is more black and white. Adapt or Die. Does any of this make sense?

Change is good, and I’m glad we are able to adapt. It all makes sense, even though looking forward some things seem so daunting – until they’re hear, we’re through them, and then we’re done with them and they are just memories. Once they seemed so huge…